The art of grumpiness

Aaahhh, people are impossibly intolerable today! All day all I hear from every side is Me! Me! Me! Look at Me! Her Me! The world revolves around Me! No one’s problems matter but Mine!

With all the drama around I felt obliged to do my bit and fit into the general temper but nothing came to mind. And then- voilà! Dead Can Dance announced their 2012 tour schedule and, not to my surprise, Bulgaria was nowhere to be seen on the list. Phui. And if that wasn’t enough an hour later Placebo announced a concert in Romania. Why Romania? I mean, why not my country? Phui. Oh, I already said that.

I’m sorry but that’s all the drama I can contribute with. I’ll try to better next time.

What do you know...

Last week I made my mother listen to “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo” soundtrack. OK, it’s not like I forced her-I asked if she was curious to hear it and she was. When she put down the headphones she simply said: “That music is heavenly.”

Black & white charm

I remember a joke.

Two friends meet.

The one says “I went to the opera last night.”

“What did you see?”

 “I don’t remember but I can sing a little from it”.

The other one listens for awhile and says “Nah, I don’t like it”.

  

And the same goes for the movies you should’ve gone to see at a movie theatre but you were too lazy to do so and downloaded the movie instead and played it on you laptop. If that’s the case (as it is with the majority of people around me) then don’t come to tell me you saw it and you think “it’s nothing very much” ‘cause what you did what to see enough to know what it is about but not enough to construct a just opinion. Movies are all about magic and that magic can only be cooked in the vast dark space of a movie theatre with the King Kong-size screen and sound loud enough to muffle your thought. It’s like to say you’ve seen the Sistine Chapel ceiling because you’ve looked at a reproduction postcard of it. Scale matters.

I saw “The Artist” yesterday-the proper way, of course. And I was, to put it simply, enchanted. I don’t say it’s a must-see; I only say I loved every second of it. It had that thing dreams are made of.

Nothing or all

Another day of unrealized craving. Another day in which reality is victorious…up to a point. But if I am to comply with the trivial tedium of life I’ll have to accept as well the grand brutality that goes along with it and that would be so overwhelming it would leave no room for hope would it?

The thread is very thin, almost invisible. Sometimes I wonder if it’s there at all or I if hang only on the idea of it.

I dream-therefore I am.

Counting to infinity

Yesterday must have been a gift from the destiny that I don’t believe in. Hmm, a second Black Thursday in a row-is there such a thing as Pre Friday Syndrome?

In a bubble

I can do it, I can do it. What the “it” is I still don’t know but whatever it turns to be I can handle it. I will handle it.

One of those can’t-wait-to-see-what-will-happen days. Blind faith is as good a shield as any other to carry me safe trough the day. No expectations though-I’ve learned my lesson. 

And that sense of misty desire tickling the core of reality like the wings of a butterfly… Do I hear the sound of thunder?

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No storm but…I did it. Ha! So self-programming works. Maybe only once in awhile but even that is worth the try every time. ‘cause you never know and I’m not the one to run away from a good surprise.

In my Dreamland

If I don’t have to work for a living my dream life would be…reading. Reading every book I can put my hands on. Books are comforting and safe. They explain how and why; in real life you rarely get those questions answered. And if I don’t like the book I can simply close it with no harm done.

Poor Leno

This video brings a lump to my throat each time I watch it. The injustice, the helplessness, the deadlock-it all affects me as real, so real that I feel like screaming…

Stunned

Today everybody seems to have gotten out of the wrong side of bed. Too bad it had to be on a day when I’m over receptive to people’s emotional status. The wave of blind hostility and plain grudge is crushing. Can I pretend today never happened at all?

“Fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate; hate leads to suffering”

Yeah, tempting the Dark side is. But it is not the only alternative is it? What would be the excuse for choosing it?

Today never happened. It is either that or assuming that people behave badly just because. 

In expectancy

One of these days the long not only by me awaited new HTDA will see the light of day.

One of these days spring will vanquish winter.

One of these days my sadness will kiss me farewell.

One of these days I’ll stop crying whenever I think about Vincent.

As long as there are enough of “these days” to choose from...